Novel & Cerita Longing For My Rejected Luna

I nodded with a smile. "And then we ca---," but just as Rosalie was about to speak with a smile on her face, Atticus interrupted her. "Wait, let them reject each other first," he clearly wanted it to happen soon. "I, Luna Cynthia, reject you as my mate," I told Enzo. "I accept your rejection, your highness," he smiled. Rosalie and Enzo left a few minutes later, and my father came out of the room.

She looked away. “I, Adrian Emerson, reject your rejection.” Ashford's jaw clenched. “Why didn't you accept the rejection? You clearly said that you didn't want her.” Luna was still mad. “I won't go on with the engagement; the engagement can't go on. It's canceled, whether we are mated or not. I. Am. Done.” She spun around and ran out of the place. She brushed past her father, who called after her, but she ignored him and ran out of the pack house. She couldn't stay there anymore, or she was going to hit him.

But as soon as her father died, the essence of their marriage started to drift away. Not to deny that the Kingdom of Edington became more powerful and prominent because of Ritchelle. "No, you can't do this to me!" Ritchelle screamed at the top of her lungs as grief and rage were embedded on her beautiful face. She is a woman of words. A Queen Luna who inherited the intelligent mind of her father and the astounding beauty of her mother. Her eyes are the color of the grains of sand being penetrated by sunlight, and her skin is as soft as a cloud. Her hair is as black as the dark night but sparkles like the stars.

"I hope you find your mate. You seem like a very nice and stand up guy Kylo. You will make some amazing she-wolf happy." His smile falters a little. "Truth is Luna, I've already found my mate. She rejected me as soon as she realized who and what I was to her. Told me there were things she wanted in this world that I couldn't give her being JUST a warrior. And rejected me without hesitation. I tried to plead with her but it was no use. She had her mind made up the second she laid eyes on me." Oh my god that's devastating. Who would reject the best gift the goddess could give you?? Someone to love you whole heartedly forever.

The days after the rejection blurred into one another like rain on dirty glass. Wake. Work. Endure. Luna moved through the motions of pack life as if she were an echo of herself, a pale ghost haunting the halls. She scrubbed the Alpha’s floors. She washed Selene’s gowns. She ladled stew into bowls and collected them again, each action so practiced her body no longer needed her mind’s permission. Her mind was elsewhere. It hovered over that moment in the Circle—Orion’s steady voice saying, *I reject the mate bond.* The pack’s collective inhale. Selene’s relieved exhale.

And no matter how hard I worked, no matter how quietly I endured, Lunaris was reminding me of a brutal truth— I could never outrun the story others wanted to tell about me. ---

We hold onto each other like drowning survivors, finding a strange, tragic comfort in our shared failure. "Once the rejection is spoken tomorrow," Lora continues, voice stern, "you cannot simply re-claim each other instantly. The soul requires time to purge the old magic. You must wait for the next full lunar cycle. One month of waiting, of healing, of testing the boundaries of your affection without the Goddess's magic. Only then, at the next Bond Ceremony, can you try to seal it again." A whole month. days of absolute silence in my head. days of looking at Damian and knowing he is my husband by law but a stranger to my wolf.

Attending memorial services and alumni gatherings like ghost haunting his own life. Luna finally confronted him six months after Aria's death. "You're dying too," she said bluntly. "Not physically yet, but internally. Mom wouldn't want this. She'd want you living, not just surviving." "I don't know how to live without her." "Then learn. The same way she learned to live after rejection. The same way she learned everything else. Through trying and failing and trying again." "I'm seventy four years old. Too old to reinvent myself."

I could feel the ground shifting beneath me, the inevitable creeping closer. They weren’t asking these questions to evaluate me. They were asking them to break me. And they were winning. Kian exhaled through his nose, slow, measured. Then, finally, he stood. “Aria of the human world,” he said, voice heavy, final. “By the decision of this council, you are hereby rejected by this pack.” For a moment time stood still. “You will not be our Luna.” Everything inside me went still. Rejected. Then Kian turned, looking straight at Luca.

Fear fills every part of my body when my voice sounds like two people speaking, me and a voice I’ve never heard before, a young girl’s voice. “The rejected luna returns to burn her enemies to the ground but the carefully made plans may not fit inside the box she’s prepared. Your choices will have consequences you couldn’t have imagined. You have to make those choices but your revenge will not be straight forward as your choices will come with crossroads, choices and crossroads will determine your revenge. Find me on the alpha’s side, I’m waiting, Luna.” I drop the letter and push myself away from it. “What was that Ida?” “I…don’t know.”